The Somnambulist Homicide

                    By Alex Stanilla

I awoke to find an open drawer

And a missing knife

What an awful, dreaded dream I had

On a menacingly, macabre night

Decrepit shadows clung to walls

Depicting ugly sights

Torture serenaded the empty halls

And laughter wrought with pride

The villain’s tone was eager yet

And I knew I’d have to hide

Alas!  I have yet to feel a threat

Likely, my mind’s state was awry

No! what was that courage I then possessed?

Empowered unto thy?

And better yet the happenstance

The murderer was now mine!

I searched and searched the emptiness

But the villain I could not find

An escape for now the coward went

Fleeing into the night

And there I was, alone again

Alone with the corpse hide

And there it was!  It came to me

I looked the villain in the eye

The victim’s blood a mirror yet

In the reflection, it showed I

The very man that took the life

Of the woman that just died

Alas!  His face was new to me

But I assure thee it was I

And there it was, it came to me

Simply a dream I recognized

I awoke at once!

In my own bed

Paralyzed with fright!

It was only a dream that I just had

Yet, something wasn’t right

Where was my wife, she’s not in bed

She was not in mine own sights

I awoke to find an open drawer

And a bloody knife.